She’d forgotten that her own father didn’t leave for work until noon on Fridays. Sex She’d forgotten that her own father didn’t leave for work until noon on Fridays. His fingers trailed higher as he stood, until his hand was cupping her ass. He was fucking her harder, more desperately, like the animalistic need for release was too strong to fight. They’d been each other’s confidants when they’d each gotten their first period, or had their first kiss, and had even been each other’s prom dates when their boyfriends had cheated or broken up with them. Her gently-tanned skin and rosy cheeks complimented her dark hair perfectly – deep chocolate tresses that fell to the middle of her shoulder blades in luxurious waves. She never even used hers – not for anything other than Monroe. God, he was too damn sweet. Sure, she wasn’t on any birth control, but she’d been waiting for this for too long to let him put any sort of barrier between them. It must be. She looked up at him with wide, worried eyes, but was soothed by his breathless smile. Pressure was building fast in her lower belly, and before she knew it, he curled his fingers to hammer against her g-spot, and her orgasm built higher and higher in just a heartbeat before her mind went
